This is a poem I wrote for my friend Karina Nguyen.
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Light pours in from our windows.
It falls onto our walls,
Onto our wardobe,
But it feels uneasy on our bed,
Crumpled and broken.
You don't know it,
But I feel comfortable like this.
???
Your heavy breathing is hot,
It feels dense,
Your chest rises and falls,
The sheets trying to provide cover.
Your eyes flickering under your eyelids let me know you're dreaming,
You kick at nothing under the sheets.
I try to image what you could be dreaming of.
Is it me?
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